Death is inevitable.
Deep down I knew it was true.
But I chose to ignore the knocking.
There have been many deaths around me.
No one that I was particularly close to.
So I could only look away, so I would not have to understand the pain a loved one was feeling for his or her loss.
Someone I loved more deeply than he would ever know, was sick.
I knew he didn't have much longer to live, he had fought a good fight.
I slowly came to the realization that he would not be here much longer, but I instantly and constantly put that thought out of my mind.
Then one morning, the unexpected that I was expecting, happened.
My grand-pop had gone to Heaven.
He no longer had to suffer.
When I first heard the news, I felt almost no emotion.
I was shocked, but then I wasn't. I was sad, hurt, and sick, but then I wasn't.
I cried, but then I laughed, laughed at all the good times we shared together.
Death is inevitable.
I know this is true.
But I'm genuinely happy that there is a place so much better than this place being prepared for my coming.
